I am known as perpetually ebullient in all situations, which is what keeps me in the insane business of the service industry. A great cosmic force has decided to test this theory on me in the last year or so. I am 28 years old and single mother to a 3 year old boy. In the past year, my parents split after 28 years, my father became addicted to chrystal meth, my mother died of cancer, I had a man hit me for the first and last time and am now single again. In the last few months, I started seeing a new guy who now seems to have lost interest. Of all the things I could be concerned with, HE is the one that consumes my thoughts. He’s not even that great of a person. But I want exactly what I can’t have. That is human nature, for the most part, but some major instability causes me to cry about him. Some days, I can muster the correct amount of “who cares?” about the situation. Other days, I am a lonely mess. For this new year, I want to learn to be alone. I want to find things that make me truly happy. I just want to be content again.
